The Clack of Time

Married for eternity to the cool earth. So difficult to think about my beautiful flower. Surrounded by jagged rocks and cold rainwater. Your sweet petal skin forged from angelic mint. Devoured by an eternity of unforgiving darkness. You were my rosy mist, a thorny blitz. That briefly brushed and teased relentlessly. A heart that always listed toward your hurt. Your impulses drifted toward the others. Leaving those sharks with just a taste of "it". But wine, wings and blood are never to be gulped. Only very gently kissed and sipped... That's why I know the color of the dark you wear. The clack of rocks that crown your forever lair. Now I put my hands together, oh no not in prayer. But to warm the devilish earth, that rakes the stain of time into your angelic hair.